My science fiction twin is doing better than expected

He captured a little blonde trophy wife

Who's really very well connected

And when he comes home with his alibis

He said "Is this really neccessary?"

But she knows that old man can't be a man

Unless he's punishing his secretary



He sips -?- of a '61 vintage ???

Just as the day is dimming

With every intension of surrendering

To 50 foot women

Who put the facination back into my science fiction twin



My science fiction twin decided to become invisible

He has my eyes, my face, my voice

But he's only happy when I'm miserable

The words flew from his mouth

And they were gently gathered by reporters

Trying to frame his once infamous flame

With tattered pictures of her daughter



Her hair is all made out of porcupine

Her figure is fantastic

But as you know they corrupted her soul

Being sarcastic

Who put the facination back into my science fiction twin



He'll spin and shout

Everything is working out just as he predicted

Quite a position in the gallery of attempted people

Oh, and the pain is so sweet

Better stamp his little feet

And you even have time to -?- ???

How can he feel comtempted



You wonder where this fellow went

My science fiction twin escorted by his lovely nieces

Filled up his purse, dictating verse

While painting masterpieces



His almost universal excellence

Is starting to disturbe me

They asked how in the world he knows all these things

And he answered "superbly"



He's trapped in his own parallel dimension

That's why I'm so forgiving

But how could I possibly forget to mention those 50 foot women

Who put the facination back into my science fiction twin

My science fiction twin (x4